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Chapter 2: Giver of gifts.

Once his presentation outfit was finished, Vation saw to the messenger's payment and tip from his stationside home. A modest suite in the Nal'Galagar compound, with a clear view of the Ro'Xanshin compound and the under-construction Uvand compound. While Nal'Galagar's Patrician House Nessis operated the sprawling starport, they didn't have absolute control of the facility. Hundreds of years ago, a Nal'Galagar had overruled Nessis security protocol to facilitate his personal ambitions and resulted in a pirate raid on Noema. The station remained in pirate control for some forty-five years before it could be recaptured. Patrician House Nessis had been reinstated as the governors of the starport and granted limited autonomy from Nal'Galagar dominion. All of which meant that Nessis had approved the construction of the Uvand compound on their own.

While the Nal'Galagar and Ro'Xanshin favored low, sprawling estates, the Uvand focused on minimal-footprint, incredibly tall, towers. Vation imagined it had been a blessing for the Nessis Marquis, to have the ability not to displace the people living in a huge swath of the station for a new noble House.

Noema was designed like a huge crescent moon, with the docks for the visitors to the station at either end. The noble Houses' estates peppered the exterior, surrounded by weapon emplacements. If any particular House caused a stir, they could find their homes under attack by the station itself. Officially, Uvand ships couldn't land on Noema as they were considered barbarians. Unofficially, they could ride in on Nal'Galagar ships and be escorted around to 'be taught the value of proper civilization'. Those exceptions had been made when the preferred form of 'teaching' was to drag the barbarians through the street for onlookers to marvel at. Vation was sure that if the eagles from the old Eagle Empire could see a barbarian species being led through their territory on the premise of legitimately enticing them to join the Empire, they would have egged themselves in rage.

Vation had a perfect view of the under-construction Uvand tower from his quarters, along with the Anesidora far behind, at the docks. Perhaps his ancestors were sending him a message, perhaps his ancestors needed to learn how to use a messaging service.

There was some final paperwork he needed to settle before he could make his way to Uvand space. First, a letter to his barrister to inquire about an injunction against the manufacture of art with his likeness. Second, letters of recommendation for his crew's senior staff. It was unlikely they would be useful for much, any cursory information broker would be able to find that Vation was a Sapphire Husband by the time they were used, thus he had no honor of his own to swear by. Third, he needed to arrange for his personal effects to be taken off the Anesidora to make room for the new Lord's furniture. And fourth, he had to charter a ship to take him to Uvand space. All of this would leave him destitute. In a way, it was good that all he owned would be transferred to Galess upon his marriage; his debts would be transferred as well.

Imagine his surprise when he received notification that the Nal'Galagar network administrator blocked his third and fourth letters from being delivered. When pressed, the admin simply responded with 'outstanding arrangements conflict with these letters, to avoid scandal they have not been delivered.' How was Vation supposed to take that? The wolf-lord didn't get a wink of sleep through the night as his repeated inquiries as to what 'outstanding agreements' conflicted with him retrieving his property were met with various forms of refusal to clarify.

Angry and not in his right mind, the lord set out just as the first light of morning appeared around Noema's gas giant neighbor. He would completely bypass the network administrator and contract some movers himself! The black wolf was the picture of righteous anger as he made for his door and found himself unable to leave. The door just... wouldn't open. No one would reply to his requests for information when he was calm enough to think. After a while, they didn't even pay enough attention to navigate to his messages in their user interfaces. So he did what any indignant nobleman would do in his situation.

He hacked the door.

Or rather, he pried open a terminal and rearranged the wires so that the main facility lost its hardwire connection on his door. Whereupon he could open it up. He found two burly Nal'Galagar gray wolf troopers in combat armor outside his door and also found their railgun rifles leveled at him. As quickly as he'd opened the door, he closed it again. Then he efficiently reconnected his door controls to the main facility and decided he needed a nap or he would do something profoundly stupid.

The wolf-lord pulled the curtains, disrobed then redressed in a nightshirt, and went to bed at the astoundingly improper start of the business day. He failed to notice the cloaked figure which sat in his expensive leather armchair the entire time. Silent as the grave, the figure stood when Vation's breathing had evened out to sleep, and moved toward him.

Their species was purposefully hard to place, their identification markings absent, but their weapon became clear as they approached. A syringe filled with a translucent orange liquid. With such weapons, trigger discipline was necessary to deliver the full dosage. One lost drop could be the difference between death and a near-miss. But the cloaked figure never got a chance to deliver the contents.

Fft!

Evidently, the figure had trained more in infiltration than reaction time, as they couldn't dodge the slim, short dart that sailed into their neck from the corner of the room. In short order, the cloaked figure dropped the syringe, which was caught by some unseen force, and fell onto Vation's bed. As their body became consumed in convulsions, the figure unconsciously grabbed Vation's blankets and dragged them off the wolf as they hit the floor with a thud.

Tired as he was, Vation didn't stir at the noise. He did, however, shiver at the draft.

Whatever unseen force held the syringe took Vation's blankets back from the convulsing cloaked figure and placed them back onto the wolf's bed and body. Vation's ebony black headfur was depressed gently in the shape of a hand that ran across his skull a couple times, then it vanished. The cloaked figure was dragged along the ground toward Vation's door, which opened automatically.

Once outside, a fox woman began to appear out of thin air. The Lady Vecheld roughly tossed the convulsing figure against the far wall where two Nal'Galagar troopers seized the poor, dying creature. She handed the syringe off to another such trooper, then returned to Vation's room and disappeared again. It was unlikely there would be only one assassin.

~~~

"This feels so gross," Galess hissed as he felt the liquid roll around in his intestine. The panda lord was bent over a stool in a rose-tiled bath chamber, naked, with his hands over his face and his ass in the air. Behind him, Mohz held a pear-shaped glass container with a long nozzle, which currently found itself spearing the tight ring of muscle between the panda's cheeks. Galess felt the need to repeat his sentiment multiple times.

"You will grow accustomed to it, my lord," Mohz informed him impassively. On the floor behind him was another such pear-shaped jar, used on the feline moments prior. "This is required for sanitary use of your hole during play, intercourse, and overall. I'm sure that with practice, you can have your nanites accomplish a similar end."

Beside him, similarly bent over a stool was the hare from his combat demonstration -- the one who would secure his sister Endive's happiness with her husband in ten year's time. His fur was a mottled pattern of gray, white, and brown across his entire body, and his build was like Mohz and all other Lotus Men, androgynous yet beautiful all the same. The hare similarly had a pear-shaped glass bauble with a long neck up his bum, but he took it far better than the Uvand did.

"It feels bad because you're not used to having something so oily up there," the hare, named Ralies, informed him. "The oil is actually there to help your metafauna know this isn't something normal -- that they need to prevent the buildup of fecal matter on your intestinal wall. But, as Mohz said, you'll likely write a nanite program long before your metafauna develops it naturally."

"It is done to the Imperial nobility when they are babes." Mohz withdrew the two enema bottles, the hare's far more gently than the panda's. "By the time they are out of their swaddling clothes, their metafauna can handle it. However, some find this pleasurable. Others find it to help the task of lubrication later on."

"Is there... is there anything you need to do when helping someone with this?" Galess tried to crush his own skull with his hands, he squeezed his face so hard. "Things that Lord Vation wouldn't know already?"

Ralies and Mohz shared a look. "Well," the hare said as he equalized his resting position. "It takes about twenty minutes to really clean you out, so a bit of forethought is required. But are you implying you would like the Lord Vation to do this to you?"

"Well, yeah. At least a couple of times, if he doesn't find me... repulsive... which he might." Galess sagged on the stool a bit as he thought about it. Then he yelped when a splash of cold water struck his back.

Mohz brandished a small bucket on the end of a pole at the panda lord. "You don't need to accentuate the negative like that, my lord. Yes, things can go bad, but that is no reason to think they couldn't go well." If his face weren't a mask of refined indifference, Mohz might have been inspiring with his words. "There is every chance that the Lord Vation will find you beautiful."

The panda lord looked as far convinced as Mohz was from a loving teacher. In silence, the nobleman and the Lotus People waited out the enemas, then returned to the blessedly warm room. There, Galess found the wolfcock dildo again and sat down while Ralies and Mohz alighted upon nearby cushions.

"The next part of lesson one," the feline informed the bear while he took the chilled and twisted bottle he had selected earlier from its resting place among the cushions, "is the value of lubrication."

"The anal cavity and entrance produce no natural lubricant," Ralies chimed in as he took the bottle from Mohz, and upturned it. A clear, jelly-like substance poured easily onto his hand. "So you must provide it. And no, pre-seminal fluid is not sufficient."

It was handed to Galess next, who similarly upturned it onto his fingers. He looked at Ralies for confirmation that he had done correctly, then moved on to the next step: evenly distributing the lube across his fingers.

"Most modern lubricants include a mild muscle relaxant that enters via skin contact, you can tell immediately by that fuzzy feeling in your fingers." The rabbit gracefully moved behind Mohz and lifted the feline's long tail. Mohz had positioned himself so that Galess could have the clearest view of his buttocks for the demonstration.

Something peculiar, from the Lotus Men's perspective, was that the panda didn't seem to be aroused at all by their display. Through the hidden sign language of the Lotus People they confirmed both had used the Lotus Path's hidden teachings, the petal dance, to accentuate their beauty and entice the senses -- but to no avail on lord Galess. Since the lord's arousal wasn't needed, they continued on the demonstration. For their part -- they were quite aroused.

Galess hadn't seen a disparity in penis size before. Ralies' was short, thick, and seemed so red Galess worried about the Lotus Man's health. While Mohz's, mostly hidden by the feline's body was longer -- almost exactly like what Galess knew his to be, but longer still, and a rosy pink color.

While the hare demonstrated the process of preparing and stretching the receiving arsehole, along with how it should feel, Galess reached down and practiced the same motions on himself. He kept one hand splayed over his face while the other reached down past his balls to his own pink pucker, where he rubbed his fingers around the outside as Ralies had shown him on Mohz.

"The anal cavity's nerve endings don't extend very far past the pucker," Mohz said with complete ease as if there was no molestation of his rear occurring. "So don't be afraid to try it with small toys, or if your partner is small, lord. A large phallus only means more pleasure for the one who does the penetration, the receiver will just feel full past a certain point."

Perhaps it wasn't exactly lewd for the two Lotus Men to explain it to the panda lord, but it clearly didn't arouse him any. The only motion that occurred in his sheath was when the panda had been stretched enough to line up the wolf dildo with his hole. Galess began to vocalize some pleasure once the dildo started to go in, while Ralies and Mohz demonstrated the traditional technique.

The hare pistoned into the feline with vigor, though the feline was like an impassive observer for all the reaction he had. "He won't learn," Ralies chided his fellow Lotus Man, "if you don't show him the things to listen for."

"I see no value in pretending to moan like a harlot," Mohz replied, frigid. "Lord Galess, you know that the Lotus Path allows us to control our automatic bodily functions, yes? Well, to save you a lot of wondering -- it enables us to also control our reproduction system. We won't cum unless we wish to, and we feel no pleasure from these acts unless we choose to."

"Wait, if you aren't feeling anything from this, why not just put him in front of a vidscreen and play some porn?" Despite his incredulity, the hare continued his thrusts against Mohz's cushioned backside.

"Because this way the lesson can become more adaptable. Such as in this way." Mohz suddenly moved his hands and propelled himself upward. Ralies was forced back onto his ass, directly on the woven mats, while Mohz sat in his lap. Whereupon the feline took charge of the motions, lifting himself up off the hare's dick, then thrusting himself back onto it. The feline crossed his arms in a way the Nal'Galagar would when they did their bizarre kicking dance.

It was this form that Galess found himself mimicking moments later. The wolfcock dildo had an adhesive base, which allowed him to hold it to the mats and do as Mohz did. That, at last, got the panda's cock to begin to grow beyond his sheath, and progress toward full mast.

The Uvand didn't have a lot of variety in the wedding tackle department. Variance between individual males was usually less than one half-inch in the dimensions of length or girth. Never both. Galess considered his size relative to the Lotus Men's; he didn't think himself too diminutive when compared to the other men, but truthfully he wasn't one to care. Perhaps Lord Vation was. However, the lord wasn't distracted from watching and replicating Mohz's moves -- he hadn't even taken the hand off his face.

The Lotus Men surmised that the erection Galess had developed was simply a physical reaction to the wolfcock dildo up his ass. Mohz suddenly remembered the way Galess had moved when he first arrived -- like a Lotus Person. He stopped riding Ralies' cock and regarded the panda lord. "My lord," the cat said, not at all short of breath despite his ride. "Are you altering your neurochemicals to avoid arousal? Or have you disabled portions of your anatomy? It occurs to me that your kind might have similar abilities to ours."

Galess paused and shook his head. "I'm not doing anything consciously if that's what you mean. There was some work done to ensure I'd be faithful to Vation, but allegedly only proto-noetic conditioning," responded the bear with a shrug. "But as far as my doctors tell me -- everything works. I guess... you two aren't my type?"

Mohz fought hard not to be offended and resumed riding on his associate's dick pursuant to that. To have a Lotus Person, who could pluck at the strings of the psyche, who could draw attraction from any person or thing, not his type? That galled Mohz more than anything else in all his life.

But as he tuned out Ralies' pleasured moans, for the hare had not disabled his ability to feel what they were doing, Mohz realized that there was something in the ancient stories of the Lotus Path that could explain Galess' peculiarity. They were called Locked Souls, for their desires were locked away and couldn't be accessed. It was not an infirmity, just a different sort of sexual identity. It would also make teaching him the art of the male pleasures would be a purely academic affair.

Unless, of course, the panda was the sort of Locked Soul that had a key. And if Mohz guessed correctly, that key would be Lord Vation.

Galess seemed surprised when suddenly his cock began to twitch and spurt out viscous ropes of his seed onto himself and the mat. The lord's feet slipped out from under him and he fell down onto the wolfcock dildo so much it went in deeper than it ought. But the large base kept it from fully entering the panda's ass. Galess looked at this development, mildly out of breath but more annoyed than anything else. "I think I need to work on some endurance," the panda observed and tried to flick his own seed from his fur. Galess seemed unhindered by his recent orgasm like it hadn't done anything for his state of mind or his body's energy levels. But when he extracted the wolfcock dildo, he hissed in pain.

"In any other circumstance, we could assist with that, my lord." Mohz arched a needle-thin brow as he stood up fully, and left the hare beneath him rigid and without climax. "As it is, you will simply need to build it on your own." The cat clapped his hands, and the door to the room opened automatically. A chameleon second-petal Adept stood there with the panda lord's clothes folded up nearly in a pile. "The first lesson is complete. There are weeks still till your marriage, so there is no rush. Go, bathe, and then depart the Temple. I will meet you on your ship when you are ready to leave Caeso."

~~~

All through the day, Vation slept. Only part of that was from the sedative Vecheld had administered to him when it became clear he wasn't going to passively accept being told nothing. She could understand that. She'd been in that position more than once. Were it any other nobleman, she'd brush it off as the fact that they weren't entitled to know anything about the goings on of their House's political bloc. But when Vation's marriage would greatly expand that bloc, when he would effectively be an ambassador for the Nal'Galagar, when he was her friend, she had a different viewpoint.

Invisible to all but the most fine-tuned of electromagnetic spectrographic vision, she lurked in the Nal'Galagar wolf's apartment. Seven would-be assassins stole in during the day, and she put an end to each and every one. At first she had doubted the tipoff that someone had put out a bounty on Vation's head, but she doubted no longer. Such was the variety of assassin that made attempts on her friend's life that she wondered if her cousin Ganile would face something similar when he married an Uvand in the new year. Ganile was a spook, he likely knew how to defend himself. But still, Vecheld worried.

Just as she worried when Vation stirred in the middle of her dealing with a blade-brandishing rat. Her invisibility had advantages, the rat had mostly been on the defensive since she had attacked, the problem was that the rat was good at being defensive. Perhaps in a sign of mutual respect, the two combatants departed each other's company while the wolf-lord rose from his bed. Vecheld had no need to hide, but the rat slipped into the shadow of an armoire, his eyes locked on where Vecheld had been.

Vation, his noetics disabled for sleep, didn't pick up on either of them. Just as well, he made for the attached bathroom for his apartment suite. If his noetics had picked them up, Vecheld would have had to knock him out, and the wolf would have pissed all over himself.

While the rat remained in hiding, and Vecheld held her position, the warrior woman took a moment to enjoy the mental image. The brave Lord, in his nightie and little else, his face red underneath black fur that shown through at his ears and scars as he woke up to realize he'd wet himself. He'd have to bathe and then change immediately, completely unaware that Vecheld watched, unseen. A delightful image to tide her over the doldrums in her fight.

As soon as the Lord did his business, washed his hands, and returned to his bed, the assassin and bodyguard went back at it. In the rush to get ahead of the wave of assassins, she hadn't had time to retrieve her shiverspear, not that she could use it without drawing Vation's attention. But a simple sound-suppressing staff gave her nearly as much combat effectiveness as the spear. Moments after she and the rat rejoined the battle, the assassin was dealt with and handed off to the wolves outside.

When she came back, she found Vation on his back, the covers improperly covering him. When she went to reposition the covers, she couldn't help but notice that the lord was at attention. In any other day, it would be considered morning wood, but in the current context, it was more apt to call it afternoon wood. The Lord's underpants and his nightshirt kept the erection from being too noticeable, had she been five feet further away, it would be invisible. But she wasn't, and it wasn't.

Before temptation could rear its ugly head, the Lord stirred again, and Vecheld had to quickly put distance between him and her. The wolf sat up and glowered down at his own groin -- clearly, he was having trouble sleeping with it in such a state. He turned, threw his legs over the side of his bed, stood, and reached up under his nightshirt. Vecheld blessed every ancestral name she knew when she watched Vation's underwear drop down his legs, to be stepped out of as he sat back down on the bed. Vecheld realized she'd been holding her breath ever so slightly due to the brief view of her friend and charge's testicles as he sat down. Clearly pent up, the wolf's balls resembled eggs, clearly defined through his sack.

Lube and towelettes were produced from the bedside table, and Vecheld knew she was about to watch her friend jack it while she lurked nearby without his knowledge, while assassins from literally across the Empire came to try and kill him. The parameters of the operation were that Vation not be informed until the Nal'Galagar-Ro'Xanshin taskforce could find out who had put the bounty on his head. But her instinct as a friend told her to stop him from embarrassing himself. And thirdly, her pragmatic side told her that the assassins would come out of the woodwork to strike at the wolf in his moment of self-indulgence.

What she didn't expect was to watch her friend pick up the controller for the remote link screen. The screen was set into the wall and surrounded by a wooden carved frame made to resemble an ancient Nal'Galagar portrait. When Vation activated it, the portrait vanished and was replaced with the link interface.

"Search Vation Nal'Galagar," the wolf-lord told the link's voice command, his voice husky from sleep and his own lusts, "and Galess Halliwell. Disable filter for pornographic images."

Vecheld's eyes threatened to bug out of her skull.

The screen was replete with images. Mostly benign, hyper-romantic drivel about the panda and wolf lords in loving embraces. But Vation didn't navigate to them -- he went to a specific image. One Vecheld recognized.

The wolf lord, a giant so large he existed at the planetary scale, in the nude with his hips thrusting into the ass of a nearly nude, similarly large, panda. She said nearly nude because the panda's face was obscured by a Uvand traditional hat. They made love upon the surface of a water world, Vation's legs in the water up to his thighs, while the panda, bent over as he was, had nearly his entire torso beneath the waves.

Vation in the painting -- for when he zoomed in enough detail was revealed that it was done in the ancient oil painting style -- closely matched his appearance in life. Trim, just enough muscle definition to show through his black fur. His body shape formed an inverted acute triangle between his shoulders and hips. Dimples in his arse cheeks. While zoomed in more details could be discerned, the ships in orbit around giant-Vation's head, the waves that surged away from the giant panda's body as he was fucked into the planet.

The real Vation pulled back his nightshirt and poured a dollop of lubrication onto his hand before he touched his dick. Vecheld watched everywhere but the Lord rubbing a dick too big to fit in his hand all at once. She watched the way Vation leaned back onto his bed ever so slightly, how his feet lifted off the floor in response, and how his toes curled from the stimulation. Vation's eyes grew more lidded the more he pumped his shaft until he no longer needed to look at the painting.

Vation's tongue almost lolled out of his mouth while he panted, but the Lord seemed to force it to stay between his teeth. The air was filled with the sounds of wet fingers gliding across wet flesh. After a while, Vecheld couldn't not look at his dick. The color contrast alone between the wolfcock and his fur made it difficult not to notice. It was difficult to tell his pre apart from the lube.

What was he thinking about, she wondered. Was he imagining his future husband and their wedding night? Was he picturing hate-fucking the boy who had ruined his life by being born? Was he making tender love to someone who had been given as little choice as him?

The Lord paused in his masturbation to reach for the bedside table. He grabbed a towelette and placed it over his dick in anticipation of a release, but also picked up something else: a ring. A black star sapphire ring set in a gold band, a present from the panda Vation would marry. Vation put it on his jacking off hand and went to town on himself once more. Aside from pants, the wolf had been mostly quiet, but that changed when he started up again.

Vation whined as he stroked his cock, he leaned so far back that he fell flat against his mattress and pointed his muzzle straight up. Vecheld watched him bite his lip as he panted heavily and rapidly picked up the pace. Fortunately for everyone involved, she had a scent-blocking jumpsuit on as the base layer of her clothes -- no fox pheromones would give her away no matter how unbelievably arousing the sights she saw were.

A subtle distortion in the air let her know there was an assassin in the room. How did they keep getting in undetected? She would have to find out later. Silent as death she crept up on the creep who had crept up on her friend. A garrote wire was suspended between their hands, ready to cut Vation's life short at the moment of climax. Vecheld's superior invisibility allowed her to sneak up and knock out the would-be assassin with ease.

Vation breathed heavily, panted, and finally growled as his hand pistoned on his dick with increasing speed. Once more his toes curled, and the towelette darkened. The wolf went limp as his assassin did as well, and was dragged off toward the door and the guards beyond.

When Vecheld returned, the wolf had turned off the link and thrown the covers over himself haphazardly while he lay perpendicular to where he ought to be sleeping on the bed. She realized that for all the limited means her friend claimed to have, he could still afford an apartment big enough to fit a bed so wide he could sleep on it wrong perfectly fine. She also noticed that Vation hadn't bothered to put his underwear back on.

Temptation proved to be too much for her, she bent down and snatched the tight garment, white as snow, and pocketed it. Vation wouldn't miss it -- he'd be too distracted with the debriefing from House Nal'Galagar to care about Vecheld swiping his briefs. And she could think of better uses for them than lying on the floor until they were rediscovered.

Such as combining them with the video she still had of Vation wearing them for a fun evening when this was all over.